by Lynn Lipinski | Dec 19, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday
I am made of glass and icy tears flow in my veins where blood should be. He looks right through me at the new curtains and doesn’t see the hours of picking out the fabric, measuring and cutting, pinning and hemming. He doesn’t see me balanced on the stepladder with a...
by Lynn Lipinski | Dec 5, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
Alicia spouted business cliches with such earnestness that I had to wonder if she’d been living under a rock for 2o years. How could anyone in the year 2014 call for a paradigm shift or blame something on a perfect storm without a measure of irony at the sheer...
by Lynn Lipinski | Nov 14, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The police helicopter’s spotlight bounced through layers of Southern California dust on my windshield to illuminate the Chevy’s dashboard. Hip-hop music nearly masked the scream of the police sirens behind me. I counted two news stations circling the...
by Lynn Lipinski | Oct 31, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
Kelly hopped up the curb and onto the dusty path that ringed North Hollywood Park. The loop was just under a mile, and she figured she could get two laps in before dusk dissolved to night and burn enough calories to enjoy at least some of her son’s Halloween...
by Lynn Lipinski | Oct 24, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The man in the Edgar Allen Poe tshirt wasn’t acting. He was actually bleeding to death on the grounds of Minta Deek’s Haunted Playground. But the drunken revelers ignored the moans and gurgles escaping from his slit throat. One even stepped over him and then called...
